Susan Jean Silver Novels & Stories

Silver decided maybe she could slide around behind Diego, get her tea and leave the heck out of the kitchen. She felt uncomfortable being in the midst of two guys who just talked and concluded about her. Justin knew she wouldn't be able to sleep after she had made love for hours he was certain about "after having such a sweet and gallivanting love making for several hours. It would be impossible for her to sleep." Justin thought. He was preparing oatmeal as diagoe never had anything for breakfast but a cup of strong coffee and a dab of oatmeal. "Actually, I don't think I ever got to sleep.", Silver admitted. "Too keyed up, I guess.", she hated to tell Diego that she'd forgotten how uncomfort

-Look at you- the mother snorted -Maybe your new partner to whom you spread your legs knocked you out- She turned her head. -I just went out to get some air, don't put him in this- Silver raised his head after taking a deep breath that made her feel slightly better -And I warn you that at least he is aware of my health not as true person who only gave me medicines that would kill me shortly- -And what does that matter- his mother's words hit Silver so hard that the little color he had in his face disappeared -I just needed you to be alive a year after the marriage to take the other part of the money they owed me-

She had been telling herself this for eleven days. Seraphina Voss. I'm twenty-two years old. Formerly of the Ironveil pack, ward classification, Omega rank. Currently employed as a research assistant at the Velmoor Medical Research Institute, Section B, under Dr. Elan. Transferred from Ironveil seven months ago following the Blood Moon Ceremony. The rejected mate. Lyra set the first page down.

I inquired, eager to hear her perspective. Rolling her eyes playfully, Silver settled onto a nearby bench, motioning for me to join her. As I sat down beside her, she listened intently as I recounted the heated argument between Alpha Xander and me. Her advice was both insightful and reassuring, reminding me of the unwavering support I had for her. “You know, Priscilla, relationships are never easy, especially when you're dealing with someone as stubborn as Xander,” Silver remarked, her tone gentle yet firm. “But if anyone can break through his defenses, it's you. Just be patient and give him time to come around.”

I could guess it, she wasn't part of the group. "Hi, how was your vacation?" Elizabeth asked. Silver wasn't showing any interest. She drew her plate closer to her and began to eat. When she noticed my eyes on her. She signed me to eat with her index finger clenching the fork in her hand. "It was da** amazing, beaches were fabulous. I was missing, King." That's all I could hear, "So!" Silver looked up at Samantha as she had sensed her bad intentions, "Rumours are true," Her amber eyes were feeling dagger to me, "She's the only human girl who could endure our Alpha girl's wrath and is still alive,"

“And the silhouette?” Silver’s fingers tightened against her sleeves. “I started seeing her after the voices became consistent,” she said. “Out of the corner of my eye. Never directly. Just a shape where there shouldn’t be one. Standing where shadows didn’t fall right.” Arthur’s voice was low. “In your dreams?” “And awake,” Silver said. “Mostly awake.” That earned a flicker of something dark across his expression. “She never crossed into my space,” Silver added quickly. “Never touched me. It was like she was observing from a distance. Waiting for me to notice her properly.”

Silver didn’t need to ask what it was—she had always felt it. She remembered the night she was born, the sky illuminated by a moon that had turned completely silver, casting the forest in an ethereal glow. Her parents, exhausted and elated, had held her close, their faces pale with awe. Even in her infancy, Silver had felt that the moon’s glow had left something inside her—something that pulsed quietly, waiting for the right moment to awaken.

His body moved before his mind caught up, his legs launched him to his feet as he gaped at the 5’ 7 beauty in white suits and black heels She was radiant. With waist-length curls of jet-black hair framing her striking hazel eyes, and skin as luminous as porcelain under the light, Silver stood elegantly. Her body was more pronounced than he remembered, the suits traced the lines of her hourglass figure with a subtle dip at her neckline that's quite seductive yet classy. His breath hitched as he took her in. So did his mother’s. Even the imaginary dirt no longer mattered to Maya. The air thickened and became suspended in silence. They all stared at Silver. Who remained by the doorway with lift